[It's the first time anything like this has happened, and it takes a moment for Arthur to figure out what's going on--he'd only just started getting the hang of the miniature cordless telephones they had in Eudio, and now it seems that the same sort of messages come directly from his bird companion, projected into the air.
It's like something off a science fiction programme, but eventually, he figures out that he can touch the image, and from there it's a little easier--although still far from what he would have considered ordinary back home. Once he's managed to reread the message, though, and the words actually sink in, they bring with them a sudden, crushing anxiety.]
er. I'm not sure 'friend' is the right word. More like acquaintance. He helped me out of a ditch when I broke my ankle a while back.
I don't want to be a bother. I just haven't met many people here yet, and I suppose it's easier for me to spend time around people I already know a bit. But if it's a problem, I've got other places I can be.
[He doesn't, actually, unless you count continuing to make a fool of himself around Miss Slade or getting in the way of Amanda's work, but this person doesn't need to know that, particularly if they do see him as a nuisance.]
[ how amusing. nico finds the response almost cute in a way. there was a time when he'd have been the same, but since meeting will, shying away from others had been a thing of the past. perhaps he just came off too strong or something. he isn't sure, but hopefully he can give the stranger a bit of relief that he isn't mad. ]
it's fine! if he helped you, he must like you. will's really friendly like that and you're welcome to hang out some time. we're pretty chill and normal ( for the most part ) so if you like hanging out, it's cool
i just don't think i've met you, that's all i'm nico di angelo.
For a long moment, Arthur can't do anything but gape at that sentence, his face hot. Surely, the comment is innocent, but it's also...thrilling.
Shaking himself, he goes back to the message. The words seem friendly, at least, but there's something about it that bothers him, like a name he just barely can't remember.]
he was very kind. I'm sure I looked a sight, I'd been wearing eyeliner at the time and it hurt like a bloody bitch, but he just took care of it.
But I suppose you know him better than I do, if you live with him.
[Suddenly, that missing piece drops into place like a brick in the pit of his stomach. He swallows around the sticky dryness in his throat.]
Are you two...together?
Um. I'm sorry, that wasn't very polite. I'm Arthur Stuart.
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the apartment a lot
are you a friend of will's?
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It's like something off a science fiction programme, but eventually, he figures out that he can touch the image, and from there it's a little easier--although still far from what he would have considered ordinary back home. Once he's managed to reread the message, though, and the words actually sink in, they bring with them a sudden, crushing anxiety.]
er. I'm not sure 'friend' is the right word. More like acquaintance.
He helped me out of a ditch when I broke my ankle a while back.
I don't want to be a bother. I just haven't met many people here yet,
and I suppose it's easier for me to spend time around people I already know a bit.
But if it's a problem, I've got other places I can be.
[He doesn't, actually, unless you count continuing to make a fool of himself around Miss Slade or getting in the way of Amanda's work, but this person doesn't need to know that, particularly if they do see him as a nuisance.]
no subject
it's fine!
if he helped you, he must like you.
will's really friendly like that
and you're welcome to hang out some time.
we're pretty chill and normal
( for the most part )
so if you like hanging out, it's cool
i just don't think i've met you, that's all
i'm nico di angelo.
no subject
For a long moment, Arthur can't do anything but gape at that sentence, his face hot. Surely, the comment is innocent, but it's also...thrilling.
Shaking himself, he goes back to the message. The words seem friendly, at least, but there's something about it that bothers him, like a name he just barely can't remember.]
he was very kind. I'm sure I looked a sight, I'd been wearing eyeliner at the time and it hurt like a bloody bitch, but he just took care of it.
But I suppose you know him better than I do, if you live with him.
[Suddenly, that missing piece drops into place like a brick in the pit of his stomach. He swallows around the sticky dryness in his throat.]
Are you two...together?
Um. I'm sorry, that wasn't very polite.
I'm Arthur Stuart.